Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.